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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The words came easily enough, as
Jeremy struggled to release them. All he needed to do was transfer the words
from his brain, to his mouth and then his fingertips.

Bzzzp! Bzzzp!

The sudden surge of electricity
jolted Jeremy to his senses. It was not his words they wanted. His words were
no good here, and each time he thought them, electricity raced through his
mind, forcing him to think again.

Seven years – captive, beaten down
and transformed…

For a war that was probably over,
a home disintegrated by an atomic bomb.

Why did he continue to resist?

What could possibly keep him so
intent on thinking his own thoughts?

It was as if Jeremy believed in
what was next. But his captors knew without a doubt, he was wrong.

One by one, his captors were
released from their duties. Each time, Jeremy tapped the floor with his toe, “Thud,
thud, tippity-tap, tip, tap, tap.”

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Water rushed at them from all
directions. It’s was worse than being at sea! Power outages, trees down,
bitter, inescapable cold!

Slowly, paramedics slid Mama on a
gurney down the stairs. Labor was coming on hard and fast now. Stopping before
her newborn baby arrived was not an option. Eight long flights of stairs, while
Daddy held his cell phone on for light.

Extreme darkness took over the
scene, winds howling ferociously outside. They were alone out there, deep in
the back roads of the county. Electricity severed, families huddled close,
thankful for the enlightened politician in their town.

Taxi, taxi, taxi…out of harm’s
way! Time for another run…people depend on you, kind friend!

His massive truck swerved wildly
in the raging waters. Winds tossed it side to side. “Hold steady, now old boy!
We’ve got work to do,” he whispered, white knuckling the steering wheel and praying
he’d survive.

Smoke and flames filled the attic.
Water rushed in downstairs. Sparks flew in all directions, trapping those
weathering the storm. Climbing the awning, he gathered all in his strong arms,
carried them down and drove the boat to safety.

We knew her nooks and crannies,
that boundless eastern shore. Remodeled in the fury, heroes rose to the
occasion. Thank you one and all!

Monday, October 29, 2012

Deanna sang the song, over and
over again, all the while twirling around in circles, tossing her baton high
into the air.

“Again! Again!” demanded her
mother. “Throw it higher, Dee! You’ll never win the competition like that, you
little moron! Work harder! Push yourself! Don’t give into defeat! You can do
this, you little idiot!”

Deanna never said a word, other
than to ask for another baton that might be easier to toss high into the air.
The more she practiced, the more she realized how beneficial it would be to
picture her mother’s face, high up in the air.

“I need a heavier baton, Mama,”
Deanna cried one day. “The ones we have are far too flimsy to get enough
gravity and fly.”

Over the course of three months,
Deanna gradually increased the weight of her batons. Then, without warning, her
hand slipped. The heavy baton flew through the air, hitting her mother directly
in the temple.

“I’ll never be able to use a baton
again,” she sobbed at her mother’s funeral. “It’s just too awful. How could
this have happened to someone like me?”

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Slowly, water trickled into the
yard. Elisha couldn’t fathom its source or destination.

“Dominiqua, has you been out there
diggin and turnin up soil again?!” she hollered. “Whatz you doin’ all the time
messin with my yahd?!”

Dominiqua had been gone for 13
years – poisoned on that fateful Halloween. Elisha had no idea Dominqua was dead.
All she knew was that her precious black kitty disappeared one night.

Neighbors had long decided to keep
all pets indoors on Halloween,
efforts to prevent the inevitable murderous riot from happening to them.

Dominiqua’s spirit comforted
living black cats, while subconsciously leading every neighborhood cat to the place
of her revenge. Energy from beneath the grave electrified the ground for miles.

As darkness settled in, a rough
group of teenage boys assembled for the annual ritual. Suddenly, fear gripped
them by the throat. Blood drained from their cheeks; uncontrolled, hot urine,
poured down their legs.

Running as fast as they could,
they headed straight for Dominiqua’s yard – her
place of capture and demise. Within seconds, their feet sunk deep into the
ground. Cats seemed to come at them from everywhere.

Monday, October 22, 2012

The moment had finally arrived. Elizabeth knew there was no
turning back now. As she opened her eyes, faint sounds of people could be heard
in the distance. Feet crackled in the gravel, crunching it heavily beneath the
soles of their shoes.

Enclosed and captured in this box, Elizabeth groaned beneath its
weight. Steadfastly, she pierced the lid with lasers from her eyes, penetrating
the mound of soil placed on top.

“Release me,” she chanted. “RELEASE ME!”

Slowly, the dirt recoiled at her presence, drawing back and away
from where it came. The foul smell of melting plastic, metal and wood filled
the air, as the box surrounding her melted away.

Entombed no more, Elizabeth raised her right hand toward the
mourners. “It was you who killed me with your gossip,” she declared. “It is I
who will have the last word!”

At that very moment, a brilliant light shone down from the sky. “No,
it is I who will have the last word,” said a voice.

Monday, October 15, 2012

Walking down the path, he stared in disbelief. Surely the
intensity of his emotions did not lead him to this quantum field by accident.
Drawn in, repelled by his anticipation to explore, he paused – but only for a
moment.

She was real. He knew without exception. She was real again. The
pain of losing her that fateful night, not knowing what had happened, pleading
with anyone who might listen, “Where is my wife?! What’s happened to my wife?!
Help me understand, please!!!”

Looking back was not an option. If he had, he might have seen his
mother crying at his side. Six excruciating months, and nothing, not the
slightest hint of recovery or life. He was brain dead. It was time to let him
go.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Transformed by the light, she sparkled in the sun. There was
nothing new about this phenomenon, at least not to her. Glistening was
essential to her beauty, though few would care to notice. Instead, they walked
all over her, pushing her and beating her into the ground.

It was a sad plight, if she chose to look at it that way. Getting
tossed about, tugged, pulled and yanked in all directions. Yet each bit of
energy surged within her, as it molded her into what she must become.

She too was full of life, though no one seemed to notice or care…

No one save the mad scientist, that is. He knew there was more to
her than meets the eye.

Startled by the giant eyeball looking down on her, and immobilized
by the scientist’ tools, she unveiled herself.

“Eye has not seen the wonders of God in a simple grain of sand,” he
said aloud, “and I have discovered a treasury few will ever understand.”

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